Sunday, December 30, 2012

So, what did you do for the holidays?

Well, not sure this is going to be a holiday for the record books. Mostly because I have spent the holiday working on projects. Incessantly. The Real Estate book, the real estate class, the stupid Global Business book and, my personal disaster of my finances, organizing and paying my taxes AND trying to find a home for Rowdy.

Quite frankly, I'm a little worn out. I'm taking a minute to blog because I'm working on encoding videos for the Global Business book (which is turning out to be a total pain in the ass.) I just want to get it done.

I've watched an inordinate amount of mind numbing TV as I've worked on the computer day after day.

I am praying that when I return to school I will have reduced most of the pressure on me by getting these projects done.

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

I love me some memes

I tried to do a little research to determine how memes got so big on the internet and such. Didn't really find what I was after. Needless to say, I find them wildly amusing (feel free to study my pinterest to see the many memes I've pinned.)  I downloaded a meme making app and now I'm really having a good time ; ) 

And then there were four

So, I continue on with four dogs. After Rowdy jumped the fence the other night, I was able to renew my will to find him a home that is not filled with vicious wildabeasts.  Poor thing.  I have attached the images below to further remind myself of what poor Rowdy is going through. Please note that Buddy, Gracie and Dixie seem to be ok, they snuggle up, they get close. They are adorable.  Notice poor Rowdy is always alone....alone....alone. Poor thing. He is so sweet, but the wicked ones won't let him near me. 

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

And you're happy with this??

I went back to the psychiastrist that has been kindly writing my Vvyvanse script. Truthfully, I think she is a little on the dippy side. Maybe she just sees so many damn people she can't keep up with what's going on, but I digress.

So she tells me that I was supposed to complete a form when I first came about my ADD experiences, but she was going to go ahead and have me fill it out now on the meds. I took the form. Yup. I've filled it out before. So I start answering questions.

Do I find myself interrupting people? Sometimes
Do I have trouble focusing on what people are saying? Sometimes
Do I have problems getting things completed? Sometimes 

and on, and on, and on. Almost all of my answers were sometimes. I think 2 were rarely, and only "Do you forget appointments?" was Never because the calendar on the phone with reminders is A GIFT FROM GOD.

She took it back, looked at it, and said, "And you're happy with this?!" In what I can only call an incredulous tone.

Hell yes, I'm happy. It's a hellofalot better than where I was 8 months ago.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Why I love Home Shows

"So, what do you think the house is worth?"
"$440,000 that's what we listed it for last time."
"But it was on the market for a year, and it didn't sell. What makes you think it is worth that now?"
"Look, we have a really big back yard."

God bless the dumbass home owners of America. People are just crazy.

Friday, December 7, 2012

Tic Tic Tic

Pretty sure I'm about to hit critical mass on a nervous breakdown. If I had time, I would sit and try to think about what is going on, what is stressing me out the most, and what I can do to avoid this from happening. Don't really have time (sure I'm blogging, but that doesn't count. I type super fast.) Don't have time to think about it, sure as shit don't have time to actually have a nervous breakdown.

Probably need to be prepared to deal with the emotions that come with dealing with this much stress.  And if I really trying to list out my ducks and get them in a row I'll REALLY realize there are too many effing ducks and I can't keep them from pooping all over the place let alone get them in a freaking row.

The dogs are actually getting along a little better. Gracie is still a holy terror and mean to everyone, and Buddy still occassionally goes after Rowdy, but they are all sleeping in the bedroom at night. So, I guess that's something.

I did realize as I was driving home tonight that as much as I need money, I cannot just do anything that offers me money. It is making things worse, not better. For instance, I agreed to work all day tomorrow at school supervising the girls that are trying out for the dance team.  I don't know how much I'll get paid, but I know it isn't worth it. 

Don't have time, and yet, that's what I'll be doing. I'm just praying that I can get some work done while I sit there all day.

As a side not, my face hurts. The squished face of a stressed out girl.

Double side, I think that Rowdy may have a new home. I'm really sad. I want to cry. Alright, fine. I cried when I read the email. I haven't confirmed with the lady with the rescue organization, and I know he will be much better off being loved by a family. I have 2 hands and four dogs desperate to get the affection. It's an impossible situation. But to be clear, he is the sweetest of the four. OK, Dixie is really good too. Mine, I'm realizing, are horrible shits.

Monday, December 3, 2012

Pet Adoptions 101

So this past week was a bit of a beating. I'm just going to focus on the pet adoption portion of the week. I'll have to catch you up on the rest later.

First, the whole thing was a little loosey goosey. Teenage girls aren't quite clear on  a lot of topics, and I have to say the officers in this organization get good grades, but there are a couple that are just going to have to marry well if they are going to survive in the world.

I was doing everything I could to get the word out. As it turns out when you announce you are having a pet adoption it means everyone wants you to take their pets too. Go figure. So I had a message midweek from a friend that had found a dog and was trying to find a home for him, but had not been able to do so. So, I said bring him down.

In the meantime, on facebook I find out about another dog. Totally tragic. 3 legged over weight beagle (didn't realize the overweight part until I saw her) her companion dog had died and her own died of cancer last week. The owners son was going to put her down ????? (Find out Saturday owner's son is married to a vet. Are you kidding me? Nice way to remember your mom...killing her dog.)

I was trying to get him to come down so she could be at the adoption. Of course he shows at 12:30 after the whole damn thing is over.

In the meantime, as we were setting up I told the girls to get a water cooler for the water they brought from the gym. Next thing I see they have a cooler for dispensing water. Ok, fine. Empty the water out and then fill it with the bottles. I turn around and they are opening the bottles of water and pouring them into the cooler. ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME??? I almost lost it. Who am I kidding. I did lose it. I could not believe that they thought that was a good idea. OR even better that they think I'm such a dumbass I would think that was a good idea.

So, end of the adoption event, I am loading two dogs into my car. Big Dogs. I take them to the house. I get them out of the car. Buddy and Gracie lose their shit. Rowdy and Dixie RUN. I catch Rowdy almost immediately. Dixie...well, let's just say for a fat 3 legged dog, she is stunningly fast. I'm barefoot. (Long story, don't ask) chasing her madly. Car stops. Opens door. Dixie wiggles her fat butt in. I try to get her out. Thank the Lord, the passenger says can I carry her somewhere? Why, yes, yes you can. So we go back to my house where I put them both in the car.

I go inside. Set up the kennels that I have. I can't even remember what happened next, but it was mostly mad chaos. So I get Rowdy outside. Lock the glass door. Buddy in a kennel, Dixie in a kennel.

I go to the pet store. Guy is totally nice to me, helps me get 2 kennels and checks me out. Others are pissed. I'm seconds from crying. I get home. Get them set up and toss all dogs into kennels. Deep Breath. Now I start cleaning the kitchen floor. (Gracie, my precious darling, still likes to randomly pee in the kitchen.

So, most of Saturday is spent with me trying to keep Buddy and Gracie from attacking the other two. Poor Rowdy got bit at some point and I realized it when I saw blood drops all over the kitchen. Stop to perform medical care. Clean floors again.

Everyone got a Benadryl. I put them all in kennels for bedtime. I slept alone for the first time in a very long time. It was nice.

Sunday I fed them one at a time, walked them one at a time and continued to watch for bad behavior. I cannot have 4 dogs. Poor Rowdy is so sweet and submissive. I feel like he is getting scarred by being with Buddy, literally and figuratively. Dixie thinks I'm trying to kill her through starvation (seriously, she looks so sad when she gets her food. that's it????)

My nerves are totally shot right now. I have Dixie and Rowdy in kennels for their own protection, and someone coming to let them out at lunch.

I did not mean to become the crazy dog lady.